A/N: hey guys! I apologize if it took me a little longer to update this time. I had been helping with the Halloween preparations and I am dead tired when I get home. And then there was my little sister who wanted me to do her witch make-up so I had to practice different looks on her until she decided what she wanted. I had to chaperone her while she went on trick or treating with her friends. I just got back home, actually and worked on this so i could finally update. Yay for all the chocolates i got!

Anyway, this is the second to the last chapter and then an epilogue would follow. I already have ideas for my next fic, but I promise that I would finish this first before starting on the new one :D

I'm sooo happy and thankful to everyone who reviewed! You guys are awesome! Yay! 99 reviews…so here's the next chapter. I hope you like it too. DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW :D

I DO NOT OWN ROOKIE BLUE

Luke dropped Andy off at her place after having talked a little while. It wasn't awkward the way Andy thought it would be. She thought that he would be pissed at having a new house with no girlfriend to move in with, but he was actually pretty understanding about the whole thing. Apparently he felt her drifting away and all the more reason he wanted to hold on to her especially when it was Swarek he was up against. They weren't exactly the best of friends even when they were still in the Academy.

He would remember how he and Sam would always compete with each other, neck-to-neck at almost everything. Of course both of them were at the top of their class. But Sam always got a little more attention because he tends to color outside the lines and challenge his superiors. Luke on the other hand was the model student, the cookie cutter cop who was always by the book, which didn't exactly make him as popular as Sam had been.

In the end, they had to work in the same place. Differences aside, they were both good cops, but they'd rather stay away from each other.

All Andy could think of was Sam. But she owed it to Luke to at least make things better by parting as friends. She didn't want to be selfish anymore. She was unfair to Luke for leading him on, making him believe that she was committed to their relationship 100%. So she was making things right even if all she could offer in return was her sincere friendship.

Luke drove off as she unlocked the door to her apartment. It was a mess. She turned on the lights and took in her surroundings, trying to remember her life before things got complicated. It didn't feel like home to her anymore. Something was missing. And she knew what it was.

'What are you doing standing around here for? Go get him before it's too late!'

Andy grabbed her jacket and dashed out the door. She was thankful that she decided to wear her running shoes to work that morning.

She ran as fast as she could hoping that it was not too late. Andy tried to remember exactly what she had said to Sam, visualizing what she had done that day. But the chilly wind on her face and the burning pain she now felt on her legs from running disrupted her train of thought. All she could remember was the hurt look of Sam's face before she turned her back on him. She was exhausted and her mind was telling her to stop already, but her heart told her otherwise. She couldn't stop now, not when she might've messed up her only chance at happiness. This is what she wanted; it only took her a while to realize that this was worth the risk. She was risking everything now, hoping that he was still waiting for her.

Andy finally reached the familiar street. She slowed down, feeling all her strength leave her. She was in front of his door, but it seems her energy was totally depleted to even knock. She was breathing heavily, trying to replace the oxygen she had used up. She brought her hand up to knock as she composed herself. She knocks a couple of times but there was no answer. She looked into the window, but no lights were turned on. Even Liv's colorful nightlight wasn't on. She checked her watch.

'It's not even eleven yet. Sam couldn't have gone to sleep.'

She looked around and realized that his parking spot was vacant. She took out her phone and dialed his number like she had done so many times before. It rang a couple of times until it finally went into voicemail. She listened a bit to Sam's voice in his prerecorded message before she hung up. She dialed another number, listened to it ring until it was answered.

"Andy? What's up?" Andy could here loud music in the background. Traci was still at the Penny.

"Trace…is…Sam…there?" She asked in between breaths.

"No. Jerry said he went directly home after shift. Are you okay?"

"No…yes! I don't know…"

"Okay, try to breathe deeply to steady your breathing. Calm down and tell me everything."

Andy sat down on Sam's front steps and followed Traci's instructions.

"Long story short. I broke up with Luke and ran to Sam's apartment from my place only to find him not here. I messed up big time, Trace." As her words sink in, tears started to form in her eyes. Traci heard her trying to suppress a sob and knew that she was breaking down yet again.

"Andy, I want you to stay there, okay? I'm going to pick you up." She nodded her head in response even though Traci couldn't see her and hung up.

A couple of minutes later, she saw Jerry's car at the end of the street. Traci went down running to her and enveloped her in a warm embrace.

"Stay at my place tonight. You still have some clothes there." She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and followed Traci into the car.

Andy had woken up feeling a lot worse than when she had fallen asleep. All she wanted was to tell Sam everything she had been bottling up inside her, the things she desperately ignored the past months. It was stupid to push Sam away when in truth, he was more solid and dependable than Luke ever will be. Sure, being involved with him would probably be a rollercoaster ride, but she knew that he would always be there. Sam was just that kind of person. She could trust him with her life and now she knew that she could with her heart too, that is if he'd still have it.

"Oh Traci, I may have pushed away the greatest things that has ever happened in my life."

They were having coffee in Traci's kitchen, passing the time when they would leave for work.

"Hey, don't say that until you and Sam talked."

"But what if he won't talk to me anymore?"

"Then you'll find a way to make him. You're Andy McNally for crying out loud! And Andy McNally never gives up." Andy gave a small smile. Traci always knew what to say in times like these. She was lucky to have Traci as her best friend, her voice of reason when self doubt took over.

There was a click on the door and Jerry entered. He sat next to Traci on the table.

"I dropped by Sam's place before coming here. He wasn't there.

Andy looked at her cup, deep in thought as to where Sam might've gone. And then at an instant, the light bulb in her head came on. And Traci could tell that she came up with something.

"Trace! I need your car and your GPS."

"Where are you going? We have work!"

"I'll call in sick today, but I really need your car. As in right now."

"Fine, take it. I'll just hitch a ride with Jerry, if that still isn't obvious."

"Thanks, Trace. I owe you."

"Drive safely!" With that, Andy grabbed the keys to the car and hurried toward the door. But before she could totally vanish behind it, Traci called out. "Go get your man, McNally."

"Don't worry, I will!" Andy gave one last wave, leaving Traci and Jerry to their coffee.

so where do you think she's going? anyway, don't forget to review. it would really, really make me super happy :D